I drank centipede whiskey. You might expect me to say that I was tied down, my head was tilted back and my mouth was forced open...but actually, it was just put in front of me and I drank it. I haven't had time to go to the internet cafe to upload pictures of my Saturday night camping in Mae Salong where I went horseback riding and drank said whiskey. So for now, I'll just have to describe the bottle. When I was told it was centipede whiskey, I was expecting a 3 inch critter to be sunk at the bottom of the bottle. Instead, a few round of shots later with my friends, and I see that the bottle is tangled with many centipedes, all roughly the size of Gray's Papaya hot dogs. If you scroll down a little bit, you'll see the snake whiskey I saw in Laos, which, in my opinion is much more freaky than the faceless centipedes...but equally gross nonetheless.
I'm coming towards the end of my fast track night course. They take their test for the scholarship on Sunday. I've been pushing them really hard and I'm worried they might be wiped, but a lot of them have been consistently positive, determined and succesful keeping up with me. I have these memories from when I was younger of my mom being really nervous for me before my violin recitals; grimacing and biting her nails incessantly until the final note was played. I finally understand. Now I know exactly where she was coming from.